A thin layer of clay
separates you from me
time transition
we’re running on different clocks
you always a few seconds ahead of me
i’ll touch you in the right place
but only 3 second too late
abnormally enriched
rare and metallic
hot and smooth
your skin thrills me
i feel the current
speed up in me
you touching me
pulverize me
shatter me into a thousand pieces
scatter me across the earth
some day
a million years from now
they’ll find my particles
and wonder at the energy
an iridium rush
they’ll say it was a ufo
an asteroid, a sexual disturbance
little will they know
panic and fascination
but no imagination
smother the smoke
shatter the mirrors
at your call I’ll come back together
reassembled
emerging from the debris
to proclaim your name
the victory of your love for me.
– marya ophir
